Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

Chapter 912: God’s descent (19)_1

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It was obvious that the robot’s expression froze for a moment.

It was rare for Cyril to show such a human expression.

“Crash?”

As an intelligent robot from the future interstellar era, cylaire naturally knew what this meant.

The young girl nodded.

Her soft and tender voice was obviously complaining.

“I called you last night, but you ignored me. Cyril, you said before that you don’t need to sleep, but you fell into a deep sleep last night. If that’s not a computer crash, what is it?”

The beautiful robot fell silent.

This was clearly beyond Cyril’s expectations.

He was ashamed to say that he didn’t know what had happened last night.

After a long time.

I’m sorry, master, “silaire said slowly, his tone still as elegant and polite as ever, it’s silaire’s negligence that has alarmed you. But… I don’t know what’s going on… Master, please punish me. ”

He said.

The handsome and elegant blonde gentleman knelt down on one knee and lowered his head to his master.

Fu Shang was stunned.

She didn’t expect cylaire to do this.

There was no need to punish him.

There was a moment of silence.

The young girl waved her hand and said weakly, ” “Forget it, it’s nothing much.”

What was there to be angry about a robot?

Seeing that cylaire was still half-kneeling on the ground like a handsome statue, Fu Shang felt a little helpless. “Stand up, don’t just kneel …You don’t have to do this in front of me. ”

Cyril placed his hand on his shoulder and made a gentlemanly bow to show his obedience.

“Yes,” he said with his eyes lowered.

It was already late autumn, and it was drizzling outside. The raindrops hit the roof of the attic and slowly dripped down onto the fallen leaves, making a dull sound.

Fu min’s mood also became more and more irritable with the sound of the raindrops.

She pushed away the blanket on her body. She was only wearing a black silk nightdress with complicated patterns embroidered on the edge of the skirt. It was low-key but exquisite.

The nightdress was very thin.

Even though there was a fireplace in the house, it was still a little cold. It was the kind of cold in late autumn, the kind that could penetrate into one’s bones without one knowing.

Fu Shang sneezed.

Cyril had already stood up. He picked up his coat and was about to put it on Fu Shang, but the man dodged it.

The robot’s movements froze in place.

Cylaire’s eyes clearly stopped for a moment.

He could scan it.

Master is not happy now.

But why?

“Master, the weather is cold. Put on some clothes, or you’ll catch a cold.”

The robot was well-behaved and considerate.

No one could find fault with it.

Fu Shang glanced at him, he didn’t know what kind of anger he was feeling.

“No, I’m not cold.”

As she spoke, she reached out and tucked her long black hair behind her shoulders, revealing a fair face. The girl’s face was mostly inherited from her mother, a typical Oriental Beauty.

Black hair, black eyes, red lips, and white teeth.

Other than her high nose and slightly deep eyes, she had inherited her father, the Duke in name.

Cyril’s gaze fell on her face.

Robots had excellent vision.

He could clearly see that on the girl’s small and lustrous red lips, there was a small cut.

It was obvious that she had been bitten.

Cylaire was clearly stunned, and he was stunned for a long time.

For a moment, Fu min thought he had crashed again.